User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424/@comment-3135907-20160426221416

Swisher felt a brief moment of realization as he watched one of the vermin standing behind the ceramic block lower his torch- then the world seemed to explode in a fiery inferno as a steady stream of flaming, sticky liquid shot out from the stone shaft and into the Wasp.

Swisher screamed in agony as a few mere droplets of it spattered him, instantly setting his coat alight and burning the flesh beneath it. The ferret tore the garment off and hurled it away from him before sinking to the deck, cradling his seared arm.

Then he was once again in the air, hurled bodily by the force of all six hundred tons of galley slamming into the Wasp; he hit his head on a deckrail and lay still, holding his paws over his bloodied head as the ship leaned at a freak angle. "No, no, no..."